"It would be great if you know yourself, so I won't say anything more."

Zhou Wen turned his head and snorted, "Stingy, use money to block your mouth next time."

"I think too, it depends on how much you can block my mouth."

“Let’s talk about it then.”

Zhou Wen glanced at Yang Qing, turned around and sat on the chair, picked up a piece of bun left over from the morning, and put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Yang Qing wiped the water stains on his hands, "Xuena, let's have a meal."

"Uh-huh."

Several people sat on the chairs and started eating. Yang Qing whispered: "Qin Mengyao, your father will be here tomorrow. What do you have to prepare?"

Qin Mengyao shook her head, “No need, go back just now.”

Yang Qing took a bite of the bun, "Don't worry, I'm here, I promise to let him not treat you like this."

"Thank you, Brother Yang Qing."

Yang Qing waved his hand and signaled that it was okay, "It's okay, since you are in trouble, I should also help you as a friend."

After dinner, Yang Qing returned to his room and started working.

Just as he turned on the computer, the WeChat ringtone rang.

I looked down and saw that it was a message sent by the editor.

[Editor Mengyao]: Xiaoqing, guess how much do you read?

【Yang Qing】: Five thousand?

[Editor Mengyao]: No, you are guessing.

【Yang Qing】: Ten thousand?

[Editor Mengyao]: You really dare to think about it. Ten thousand, you are just a great master. Some great masters cannot read it ten thousand.

Yang Qing smiled, “How many are there so?”

[Editor Mengyao]: The current reading on Wednesday has reached 6,500, and it is still increasing. Today, Friday, come to Sanjiang to recommend it, and then you can directly put it on the shelves. Sanjiang plus the strong promotion of new books should be able to read 7,000 or 8,000. The first order is similar, and it will increase in the later stage, because many people have not read your book, so it is a little worse.

[Editor Mengyao]: But don’t worry, gold will always shine. I have arranged a recommendation for you. Come on, and update more.

[Yang Qing]: I have been working hard to update. If you don’t believe me, I will show you my copy of the manuscript?

[Editor Mengyao]: Forget it, just keep updating every day. Remember, the male and female protagonists must interact more. You can’t just keep hanging alone, it will look boring.

[Yang Qing]: OK, I understand.

[Editor Mengyao]: Okay, I'm going to have a meal. If you have any questions, just call me or send WeChat. There are many people with QQ questions, so I can't answer them all quickly, WeChat can be faster.

[Yang Qing]: Okay, then I'll go and do it first.

[Editor Mengyao]: OK, no problem, goodbye.

……………………

After the two finished chatting, Yang Qing began to continue his work today.

The crackling keyboard sounded in the room.

Until around three o'clock in the afternoon, Sumina Asaha walked in with a plate of fruit. Seeing Yang Qingjun still working, she said gently: "Yang Qingjun, take a break and eat some fruit."

"Let me go, I'll finish it after a few hundred words. I can't stop while I have inspiration."

You should know that the most important thing in writing a novel is inspiration. If you don’t have inspiration, you can’t write an interesting article at all, so this kind of thing still requires a personal one.

Yang Qing liked to write essays since he was a child, but his composition at that time was a bad word, and he also called a record of the flow of money. However, over time, and after studying in college, he has basically mastered the key points of how to write.

Asaha Yu Na obediently placed the fruit on the table, but did not leave directly. Instead, she sat on the bed behind Yang Qing, staring at the handwriting on the screen without blinking.

Yang Qing felt a little embarrassed, "Where are you sitting?"

"It depends on your work, why? Isn't this coming out?"

Yang Qing said: "Somewhat, you can write, come?"

He was originally joking, but Asaha Yuena sat directly on his thigh and took over control of the keyboard.

"I have read all Yang Qingjun's books, and I know what your writing style is. It's just a few hundred words, so I'll leave it to me."

"Is that OK?"

Asaha Yu Na swears: "Of course there is no problem, just believe it, look forward to it."

Yang Qing leaned on Sumiya Sumiya's shoulder with her chin and stared at the screen without blinking.

Asaha Yu Na rolled up her sleeves, placed her fingers on the mechanical keyboard, and then began to pound. Although she was not tall, her hands were very fast. Even Yang Qing was a little lost. This guy was too fast.

If it were him, one hundred words per minute would be fast, but after seeing Asaha Yu Na’s speed, he realized that there were many faster than him, and it was really a big witch.

Asaha Yu Na’s speed is extremely fast, it can be said to be 150 words per minute, and even a lot of them can be said to be able to see the afterimage, and I don’t know if it’s a random beating.

But after seeing the words on the computer screen, Yang Qing understood in his heart that this girl turned out to be a hidden boss, but how did she practice this hand speed? It was incredible.

Sumiya Sumiya smiled, "How about Yang Qingjun, are you happy?"

"It's pretty fast, but are you sure you wrote it almost the same as mine?"

Asaha Yu Na nodded, "Of course, if you don't believe it, look at it."

As she said that, she wanted to get off him, but Yang Qing was like an octopus, hugging her delicate body tightly, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

Sumina Kasumi blushed her cheeks and let Yang Qingjun hold her.

Yang Qing looked at the plot on the screen and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, it's similar to what I wrote, and it's a bit technical."

"Of course, let me tell you, I read the book a hundred times and I can never forget it, and there are still many in my mind."

Yang Qing: "???"

If I read the book a hundred times, I'm afraid I won't forget it. Yes, what the hell is it that I can't forget it after reading it all? You've read it all a hundred times, can you still remember it even after reading it all?

Forget it, this girl still couldn't understand the Chinese idioms.

"Yang Qingjun, it looks good."

"Of course, I don't know who wrote it."

"Puchi."

Asayu Yu Na smiled, "Gentle, let me go, Wenwen is still waiting for me to watch TV."

"Okay, go."

Yang Qing let go of her body, picked up a grape and threw it in his mouth, and began to modify the article.

Every time I finish writing, I have to make some rectifications, especially picking typos, etc.

……………………

It was not until five o'clock in the afternoon that Yang Qing completed today's work.

Sitting in the chair, he was bored, so he opened the writer's assistant and took a look.

The collection has increased by 500, and the total collection has exceeded 50,000. The collection of the new book period is extraordinary. Even big guys may not have achieved such results.

The reward is also about 100 yuan.
Chapter completed!